Mask Of Maturity Is On Face

The box of Ideas is empty
Desires are flying into the cage
Conscience is cursed with sympathy
The Nile of emotions,is on rage
The road of life leads to heaven and hell
Maturity has reached in the early age
The clone of maturity is on the stage,
Mask of maturity is on the face.

Iqra Riaz
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